Mag-log inI stared at him, and didn't even know when the words came out of my lips."You're a fucking hypocrite," I said quietly.He flinched like I'd slapped him."You push me toward Miles, tell me to give him a real chance, insist I need to test this thing between us. And now that I'm actually doing it. Now that I'm actually trying to get something done, you've been pushing me toward for weeks, you show up in my room angry about it." I shook my head, and the anger and frustration diffusing from my head to every other part of my body made my chest tight. "You don't get to have it both ways, Jax. You don't get to push me away and then be mad when I actually go.""I'm not—" He stopped, and his hands started running through his hair again, making it stick up in a way that would've been endearing if I wasn't so fucking furious. "Fuck. You're right. You're right, okay? I know I'm being a hypocrite. I know I pushed you toward this. But hearing you on the phone with him, hearing you say you missed h
My heart beat very fast as he said the words from the other end. "I really missed you."The words hung there, heavy and significant, he's clearly wanting me to say them back. My mouth opened, closed, and opened again."I missed you too," I finally managed, and it wasn't entirely a lie. I'd missed having someone appropriate to think about, someone who made sense, someone I could actually have a future with without those faint thoughts that I'd possibly end up destroying my entire family.I just hadn't missed him specifically.We talked for a few more minutes, and he filled me in on more Chicago details most which I barely absorbed, though I was responding as needed and indulging exactly how I should—before he finally said goodnight.The second the call ended, I let my phone drop onto the bed beside me and i pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes.What the fuck was I doing?I knew the answer. I was testing. I was trying. I was doing exactly what I'd told Jax I needed to do, what
Oh no."What about him?" I asked, trying to sound as casual as possible, but I failed."You had dinner Friday. Were doing better. Now you're distant again."I scrambled for an explanation. "Just adjusting to the new dynamic."Mom looked confused. "New dynamic? You're siblings. It should be simple."We're not siblings. There's nothing simple about us. There's never gonna be."Just be kind to each other," Mom advised. "Just make sure you're kind to each other." She repeated it and laid emphasis on the "Kind" before she then left.I cried quietly. This is so fucking hard, everything about this is so very hard.I picked it up my phone and started typing.Me: "Hey! Sorry, busy week—"I deleted it.I couldn't, I'm not ready, it's not fucking today.I put the phone down.The evening was approaching. It was about 5 PM. Dinner is coming soon, and since we're both home, I'll have to face him again, unless I'm going to skip dinner which I'll probably have to lie that there's a reason why I did,
I woke up slowly, and I could feel the morning light coming through unfamiliar windows. But wait a minute. These aren't my windows.I was in his bed.Oh no.I checked the time on my phone, and it was 7:23 AM. It's Sunday morning. Mom and Dad would be awake, probably downstairs already preparing breakfast.Shit. Shit. Shit.His arm was still resting heavy and warm around me. I pulled the sheets up, and we're both naked under his sheets.I had to move. Now. I can't just stay here like this."Jax," I touched his shoulder gently, and whispered with high urgency. "Jax, wake up."He stirred slowly. His face formed little smiles even before he even opened his eyes. He probably was thinking about last night. Then his eyes opened very wide like reality hit."What's the time?" He sat up fast."Seven thirty.""Fuck." He moved up immediately, and both of us started scrambling for clothes.I found my shorts and tank top, pulled them on fast. He was throwing on pants. A shirt.He went to his door,
We were catching our breath, panting, and completely satisfied.His arms went around me, holding me, spooning even though his dick was still inside.The moment was perfect. It was quiet, except for the loud breathing of both of us.Eventually he was starting to soften, and then had to pull out. He pulled out slowly and we both gasped when he was finally out.The mess was immediate. His cum leaking out of me, onto his sheets, and the both of us didn't even care.I rolled over to face him, very closely and looked at him straight in the eyes.Hi," he said, looking at me.I laughed, very breathless, and happy. "Hi."We were both just looking at each other, and reality was starting to creep in.What we'd just done. We've broke the space I'd asked for.I should feel guilty, I should feel like I wanted to do something and I didn't.I didn't. Not at all.He was searching my face, probably looking for regret, but he found none. His relief was very obvious."Are we okay?" he asked carefully.I
He pushed his dick in, very slowly. Just the head at first. I felt the stretch, and it felt like my body had to adjust all over again.I gasped.He stopped immediately, watching my face. "Okay?""More," I whispered. "Don't stop."He pushed in another inch, slowly, so slowly that I felt every bit. He was halfway now, filling me with his dick. The stretch was intense but it was also perfect. I'd missed this. I'd missed him inside me."Fuck, you're so fucking tight," he groaned."Keep going," I groaned. "Keep going. I need you in... Please—"He pushed the rest in one smooth thrust,and his dick was fully seated, and completely buried in my pussy, and when it went in completely, we both groaned at the same time."Hmmmm—"He held still, just left it inside me for that moment. I adjusted my body from the ecstasy and we both felt it.I was so full, so very full. This is what I'd been missing. This exact feeling.Then he started moving.He pulled out almost completely, and let just the tip ins
His cock bobbed heavy, shining with her cream, and a tiny thin string of her arousal stretching from her wet pussy to his tip, then broken and to the floor. "On your back," he commanded.She obeyed fast, scrambling, and lying fully on the table with her shaky legs. The wood cre
She stepped out of the dress slowly, her left black heel scraping deliberately across the floor, then she kicked the dress aside with a sharp flick that sent it skittering.She stood there in nothing but that sheer black lace and those cock-teasing strappy heels that clicked softly every
I was lying on my back, staring at the dark ceiling like it owed me answers, when I heard his door open. Then footsteps, conversation and giggles. They both walk themselves into his room and almost immediately, his door shut again. My whole body went rigid under the sheets. Not fucking tonight.
I woke up on the cold gym bench that I'd rested, and slept off on hours ago.Alone.I don't even how I didn't remember to go back into my fucking room. The harsh and very bright overhead lights were still on, throwing back my reflection at me from every mirror like it's a f







